My pillow.. talk (revised from sleeping on a cloud)
My Pillow Talk Sleeping on a cloud, worth every penny, this particular cloud cost twenty thousand pennies. I slammed my fist onto the down pillow
mea culpa and Happy Easter.. (my sins exposed)
Once upon a time back in the olden days, getting a diary for Christmas or a birthday was such a thrill. We filled it with
The perfect ending
Sunday morning sees me considering and contemplating, can this be our new normal or is it still an aberration will life ever return to what
a glimmer of hope?
Travel, any kind of travel, maybe a visit with someone new? Is it possible to start planning again? There is a new kind of feeling
How deep should we dig the hole
A glorious full moon is out, my fire is blazing nicely and we are settled around it, drinks in hand and roasting hot dogs. It
this self isolation sucks, fortunately I have a fulltime night job
Its true, I have been working my butt off every single night for a week now! What did I do to deserve this I wonder?
going outside with real people
How many have gained new insights into ourselves this past year? I gained a lot, some has been cerebral while the rest lays heavy upon
got my shot for ‘trumpmeningitus’ (letter to the editor Star Phoenix) 3/3/21
How many of us turned a corner this past week-end, I wonder? Trumpmeningitus.. an infectious disease creeping into everyone’s lives for the last four years
carrying a dead horse..
Carrying around a dead horse can be exhausting. Truth is I didn’t know it, but hey, as smart as I think I am, I’m also
eating ice cream for breakfast?
Eating ice cream for breakfast? my dreams spreading like a plague infecting each night never ending nightmares I awake each morning more exhausted than the